"What can I get for you?" the chirpy blonde asked.

"Black coffee with a pump of vanilla syrup, please," Tedros replies, flashing the girl a smile - but at the same time as the woman next to him.

"Oh sorry!" she mumbles then takes a step back.

The girl - Beatrix, according to her name tag - shakes her head, "It's fine, I can do to of the same drink - especially if it's simple."

Then, the girl turns to him, "Name?"

"Uh... Tedros."

"Great, it'll be out in a second."

The woman smiles then turns to him. She looks to be a similar age, with choppy, jaw-length black hair, black eyes and pale skin. 

Strangely beautiful.

"Is there something on my face?"

"N-No! It's just..." he trails off. Stupid, Tedros, stupid! 'JuSt' what?

She nods, lips pursed pursed slightly.

"So... Guess I'm not the only one who likes their black coffee with a touch of vanilla syrup, huh?"

She barely manages a smile, "Yeah, weird but good."

"Agreed," he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck.

When his name is called, the woman rushes over, taking small - and oddly graceful - steps. She returns and hands him the drink.

"Thanks."

"You're the one who payed for it!"

"True..."

Well this is awkward.